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Oh yes, I found Jesus, and I was a bad thief.
I received no prize, no wife, no help.
But I found Jesus when the blood
Began to drip from my cross.
And now, though I am bad at being bad
And bad at being good,
Though I’ve barely heard a Word of this Word,
May Jesus the Son of God remember me
When He enters into His kingdom.
For my life, I have only shame.
May Jesus save me with His name.
But oh, when I pass through His gates,
Jesus make me separate from those
Who have caused much suffering in my life.
Give me a lonely bench far away.
I don’t want to see them, nor hear from them.
We’ll all be in Heaven,
But let me have my space.
But Jesus, if it be your will,
Your will for me to heal,
Then please, since I don’t know how to do it,
Then please gift me the desires of my heart.
I want a help. I need help.
Damn it. All I have is this cross.
Just, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Just tell me what I should do.
I have spoken many words, like a fool.
I am so pitiful.
God, am I ever sorry for my sins?
I have no reason to live.
I have every reason to die for you.
I don’t know if I can even do that,
But please, if you will will,
Then gift me the grace to follow all your ways,
So when I pass from death to life,
I am blessed to see your face.
Bid me Jesus Christ, as I go into the night,
Make me light, make me an instrument of your life.
Amen.